"Very likely," he agrees gravely. Until coming to Hogwarts, he'd heard them described (mostly so that he wouldn't be afraid when he got there), but never even seen a picture.
"One does," he agrees in the same tone. "Narcissa tells me by the second week she couldn't tell whether I was hallucinating or talking in code. I hope you didn't hurt yourself much."
"Ah, so you do have limits," he almost-chuckles. "Would carry at least a boar-spear to take on a dragon, is that it? Perhaps a crossbow?"
"You'd be surprised," he says darkly.
"Not that I recall. You're so sporting," Severus tells him lightly, reaching for the doorknob.
And don't trip over the labyrinth! Hee, her worship is currently and much to my surprise cuddled up in the new cat bed I got her so she'd stop sleeping on a picture box. Her other worship is miffed because she doesn't get one, but she's not too fat or arthritic to jump on the real bed, so she doesn't need one. ^,^ Saw the movie, have no desire to read the book, but the movie was awesome! Maybe it'd be too fluffy for you, but I thought it was creeptastic. Well, it doesn't taste of eggnog really. Or rum. Which it also doesn't have in, despite describing itself as noggin' and groggin'. But is a wonnnnnderful spice cake.